A photo series tribute to Ray Bradbury's classic tale.
Chapter 3: Henry-Hank Smith
Fires burned all over Europe. At every crossroad and by every haystack dark forms jumped in cats across flames. Cauldrons bubbled. Old hags cursed. Dogs frolicked red-hot coals.
“Witches, witches, everywhere,” said Tom, amazed. “I never knew they were so many!”
“Mobs and multitudes, Tom. Europe was flooded to the dikes. Witches underfoot, under bed, in the cellars and high attics.”
“Boy oh boy,” said Henry-Hank, proud in his Witch costume. “Real witches!
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7 comments:
This series has been a welcome salve in the veritable eternity that is August.
It's been a big help in my ongoing quest to thoroughly ignore summer until it finally shrivels up and blows away...
Thank you SO much, Sir!
That photo is very cool, it's what all witch costumes wish they were. Awesome.
Thanks, Mr M!
Can't tell if that's a kid in that witch costume, a simple static prop, or something more nefarious a la Tales From The Darkside. It's one of those things that would both intrigue and cause one to pause in caution all at the same time on All Hallows Eve if you were to cross paths. A truly wonderful photo that captures the essence of Halloween.
THANK YOU!! Static prop!!
Love the witch, as always.
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